A/N: I LOVE the reviews, you're the best! NOTES: 1. I haven't made this specifically humanized or not, but this oneshot contains a part where they are, so read these how you wish. 2. I was able to squeeze in Regular Ferret's request. 3. I'm not sure what Teen Vampire's name is, so I'm calling him Teen Vampire, sorry :(. 4. For their honeymoon, I couldn't think of a 'romantic honeymoon' destination in Lego World, so I chose a human one. 5. This gets slightly suggestive at the end. NOW I'm done!

This was it.

Marriage.

Goodness, Lucy had given up on that word before meeting Emmet. The thought, the mere, fleeting idea of getting married had crossed her mind, even when she was with Batman. But there was something missing from the picture, and she could never quite figure out what it was until meeting Emmet.

Love. She didn't really love Batman, but with Emmet, it was quick, passionate, honest and deep. He was her world, her dreams, her love, her life, her heart, her devotion and her mission. She had never experienced true love like she had with him. It was the type of love little girls read of in fairy tales, the type that princesses experienced with dashing, charming young princes. She, a rebel from the beginning, was supposed to live through life with meaningless flings.

On some level, she doubted she deserved him. He was sweet, passionate, warm, loving, the most amazing man she'd ever kissed. Despite her fears of not deserving him, she was regularly comforted by his kisses, hugs, and sweet words reassurance.

"Wildtype, are you read–" Unikitty's words were halted in her breath, spotting her best friend. "Wow, you look fantastic! Emmet's gonna freak out when he sees you!"

While Lucy didn't often concern herself too heavily with her appearance, she had to admit, she looked good. While her Maid of Honor Unikitty could not convince her to let her hair down, she allowed her to mess with it a little. Her hair, now slightly longer after growing it out, flowed like a waterfall down an inch or so past its usual length with who-knows-what products in it.

Her gown was a thing of a miracle. It had taken three weeks, fifteen stores, six meetings with designers, and four mental breakdowns (Not all from Lucy) to find her dress, but it was all worth it.

A sheathe was what she had wanted, and a sheathe was what she got. It clung to her curves, giving her a girlish glow she didn't often have. The sleeves, beaded lace evenly spread, hugged her shoulders. The dress reached down just to brush the floor, sweeping along as she walked. She felt like a princess, exactly how she felt with Emmet.

Her makeup was natural, just a level or two above what she normally did; she wanted to marry Emmet looking like how she had met him, without any bold lipstick or having to cover her freckles he routinely complimented.

"I do look good, don't I?" She laughed, so giddy with the day's events to come. "What time is it?"

Unikitty didn't even glance at the clock. "Ten-fifteen and thirty-three seconds, you have approximately six minutes before we have to go to the church."

Lucy stared at her Maid of Honor. "Uh, how did you do that?"

"Don't ask."

She didn't, instead picking up her bouquet, a mix of orange poppies and pink roses.

"You're excited, aren't you?" Unikitty asked like she was uncovering a massive secret of Lucy's, thought anyone could see the bridal glow on her face.

Lucy nodded, lost in picturing her fiancé's tearful, love-struck face as she walked down the alter. "I am. I can't believe this is actually happening."

"Well, believe it," Unikitty laughed. Running to her best friend's side, she gently nudged her out the door. "Now, let's go! You've got a wedding to go to, and it's my fault if you're late!"

#

Emmet had been happy plenty of times in his life. He was the happiest person in the universe, for countless reasons, Lucy being one of them. And now he was getting married, and he was afraid this was some dream that he would wake up from, and he would be stuck back in his boring, average, follow-the-instructions life.

Batman and Benny had reassured him infinite times, not that he really needed it. If most happy people were on cloud nine, he was somewhere around the center of the Milky Way. Lucy, the love of his life, was about to become his wife.

Coming home to her after a long day, seeing her wearing her wedding ring. Holding her hand during labor as she gave birth to their first child. Teaching the kid how to ride a bike. Sneaking away with her for a few minutes of privacy while their children played. Taking them trick-or-treating. Begging for more sleep when their kids woke them up on Christmas Eve. Letting Benny and Sweet babysit their kids on their anniversary. Sending their first child to college and trying not to cry the whole way there. Having the house to themselves when all their kids were at school. Watching them graduate. Having grandchildren.

Living.

"Hey, try not to start crying on us already, kid." Batman tapped him on the shoulder in the limo.

Emmet honestly couldn't keep that promise.

#

She had to be there. She must've been right outside, getting out of the limo, and walking in. Right?

Emmet refused to entertain the notion that she wasn't coming. She wouldn't leave him at the altar. She wouldn't.

"Batman, where is she?" Emmet whispered in one short breath.

"Cool it, kid. She'll be here. Wyldstyle loves to be late."

"To our wedding?"

Batman took a glance at the gold-rimmed clock across the church, over the hundreds of heads. "Five more minutes, then you can worry. Besides, Unikitty won't let her be late." He was positive that she would be there on time. For sure. Definitely. Right?

The church, packed to the brim with the guest list of three-hundred and fifty-six, was to Lucy's exact requirements and desires for her wedding. The guests were adorned to the nines in evening gowns, princess dresses, tuxes and suits. The interior was adorned with gold trimmings, snow-silver ribbons and sapphire embellishments thrown here and there.

He pulled and tugged at the threads of his white tuxedo jacket, the motion soothing him. "Come on, Lucy, please get here!"

As if the piano took orders, 'Here Comes the Bride' filled everyone's ears in the instant, tightening Emmet's insides and loosening his heart strings.

Emmet looked over Unikitty, Sweet, Benny, Metal Beard, and a whole assortment of their friends in a desperate, biting-lip search for his bride.

After an eternity, he spotted her.

His heart stopped.

For the moment, he thought he was having another vision. He was back to the first time he had caught a glimpse of her, her and her flowing, unique, fantastic hair.

Six years ago…

She...she...she...

That woman, she was something out of a dream, a figment of one's imagination. Something that one would dream of and cling to at night, then be forced, without consent, to forget of in the morning. Beautiful, magnificent, perfect. He found no faults in her.

Her hair, how could he begin? Her had only seen hair like that in fairy tales and children's books, where imagination is catered to and thoughts can wander freely. How could one person harbor so much beauty? She had to be one of those women that other girls looked at, seething with green, burning envy. She had to be that woman that men looked after, wistful longing pouring from their face.

And yet, here he was, already in love with the girl whose name he didn't even know.

Love. He had never experienced it, never even thought it would happen to him. As a child, teen, and young adult, he had hardly understood how one knew when they were 'in love' There were no instructions for love, how was one to know when they were in love?

As soon as he caught a fleeting glimpse of her, he knew what love was.

Batman helpfully nudged him back to the present day as Lucy stepped up to the alter.

Emmet looked her up and down, sweet tears pooling up in his eyes. "You look beautiful."

Even on her wedding day, after hearing the same compliment thousands of times, she still blushed when it came from him. "Thanks."

The priest smiled down upon them kindly. "We are gathered here today to join Emmet Brickowski and Lucy Emerald in holy matrimony. Marriage is not to be taken lightly, and is a sacred bond which molds the pair together for all of eternity. Therefore, if anyone has any just cause why these two should not be married, speak now, or forever hold their peace."

No one spoke, and the priest continued.

"Marriage is a beautiful thing; it cannot be rushed, it cannot be forced, it cannot be built. It comes from love, something that develops naturally. Love is wanting the best for the person, and as everyone in this church has seen, these two will do anything and everything for each other."

The priest nodded, and, reaching over, Emmet took Lucy's hands in his, much like the first time they had done so. He still got the flutter in his heart. "Emmet Brickowski, do you take Lucy Emerald to be your lawfully wedded wife? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do you part?"

Emmet, tears running down his face, nodded. "I do."

"Lucy Emerald, do you take Emmet Brickowski to be your lawfully wedded husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do you part?"

Lucy, feeling Emmet grip her hands tighter in unnecessary anxiety, spoke in a reassuring voice; "I do."

His hands relaxed around hers, and she giggled, the church smiling along with her.

The priest looked to Benny, off to the side. "May we have the rings?"

Benny handed over two golden rings, sparkling against the light of the chandelier above them.

"Emmet, repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."

Taking the ring, his own hands shook as he slipped it on Lucy's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed." He could hardly discern which was shakiest; his voice, his smile, or his hands.

Lucy grabbed and held tight to his hands. "I love you," she whispered, quiet enough for only him to hear.

The priest handed Lucy the ring. "Lucy, repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed."

Never releasing contact with him, she slipped the ring on his finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

Everyone, even the priest, had damp, tear-stained eyes. "With the power vested in me by the state of Syspocalypstar, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The priest stepped back, a smile on his face as the everyone in the church took in a small breath. "You may kiss the bride."

There were no words as Emmet wrapped her arms around his wife's waist and pulled her into such a passionate kiss that she nearly melted.

The applause was thunderous, but that didn't stop the newlyweds from getting lost in the kiss.

Lucy smiled under his lips, her arms holding fast around his neck. Her husband, finally, her husband. The crowd could wait a moment longer, she needed him more.

Gripping him even tighter, she kissed him through her words. "I love you."

She could feel his smile. "I love you too."

Unikitty looked to Sweet Mayhem. "Don't worry, I got this. GUYS!" She yelled to the pair, sparking the whole church into a fit of laughter. "Come on, you've got a reception to go to!"

Emmet laughed and broke the kiss, leaving his arms snug around her waist. "Come on, I think they're playing Everything is Awesome!"

"Oh brother."

She couldn't help but giggle as he bent down and swept her up into a bridal carry, the whole church clapping, getting their coats on, and preparing to follow them out. After all, a beach reception is not something to be kept waiting.

Emmet and Lucy Brickowski were now one.

#

The reception was on the beach on the east coast of Syspocalypstar. The sand, already glowing like pearls on a Victorian queen, stretched along like a band around the cove, touched only by the sapphire waters.

Emmet and Lucy had spent numerous weeks trying to find the perfect venue, and only after going down to the beach had he thought of the idea. She had agreed wholeheartedly, partly due to her exhaustion with all other options.

"The kid's happy, Ella," Emmet's father, Robert, commented to his wife as they waited for the newlyweds to arrive. They stood at the edge of the beach, the 'safe zone' for elegant dresses and expensive shoes.

Ella, smudging her mascara, wiped her eyes on her wrist. "I know, I just...our baby's all grown up."

"Yo, I'm still here." Amanda waved her hand from beside her mother. The sixteen-year-old, not exactly melancholy like her mother, made no comment about her brother's marriage. In truth, not that anyone needed to know, she couldn't have chosen a better sister-in-law.

Robert smiled down at his daughter. "We know."

Across the beach, up the wooden steps with grass poking out between the planks, the newlyweds and bridal party were getting out of the limo. "I can't believe you're married!" Unikitty exclaimed, taking Lucy aside to help her convert her dress.

The unspoken issue of a beach-wedding was, well, it was in nature. Sand and white satin did not mix, in Lucy's opinion, and she had her dress custom-tailored to have a convertible skirt that she could remove for the reception. It revealed a shorter, but still elegant, sheath skirt that wavered just around her knees.

"You've been saying that all the way here." Lucy stepped out of the skirt and brushed down the shorter counterpart. "Are we ready?"

"Yup!" Emmet popped over, taking his wife's hand. He could say that word over and over again, wife, spouse, partner, any variation worked for him.

"Ok let's go, I wanna get announced!" Watevra started running down, Batman close behind her.

The MC for the evening, appropriately Teen Vampire, announced the entire bridal party as they stepped down to the soft sand; Unikitty as the Maid of Honor, along with Sweet and Watevra as the bridesmaids. On the groom's side, Batman, Benny, Metal Beard, and even Vitruvius all stood in. He couldn't pick one best man, so they all had equal titles.

"And, here you have them, Emmet and Lucy Brickowski!"

Blushing like the sunset that climbed before them, the newlyweds walked down to the clapping reception, hand-in-hand. "Are you happy?" Lucy whispered, knowing the answer, but never growing tired of it.

Looking around, he gave his wife a quick kiss. "You know I am."

The reception could not have gone smoother from there. Casual eating was mixed with elegant waltzing, and a formal-sit-down dinner period crashed together with break-dancing. In short, it was perfect.

"I'd like Emmet and Lucy to come to the sand for their first dance," Teen Vampire announced, smiling from his DJ podium.

Emmet stood up from his seat, his countenance just as sheepish as when he'd first proposed as You're My Home flowed through the beach air. "Lucy, may I have this dance?"

Her sweet, sweet Emmet. "How can I say no?"

"Awwww..." The crowd collectively voiced their approval at the couple as they made their way to the dance floor.

The reception had started in the evening, when the sun could barely hold itself above the horizon any longer, growing an exhausted crimson at the energy. Now, as it had given up, night took over, their new light was that of the young moon and lanterns adorned to trees circling them.

Emmet gently placed one hand snug around her waist, pressing her warm against him as his other hand cradled around hers. She put her free arm around his neck, resting in perfect comfort in his arms. They were practically at home, sitting on the couch, watching a romantic movie.

Whispering in her ear, Emmet smiled as she moved both her arms to rest around his shoulders. "Can you believe we're married?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I can, because I don't want to wake up from whatever amazing dream I'm having." His shoulder was warm as she rested her head on him, letting her eyes shut as if she would fall asleep in his arms.

"Neither do I. You know, if I died tomorrow, I would've lived the best life any has ever lived." He let his arms fall to her waist as her grip tightened around him.

Emmet could feel the melancholy mist around her as Lucy lazily kissed him. "Don't say things like that, I want you around for my whole life." Longer than that, she wanted to spend eternity with him.

He smiled, returning the kiss. "I'm planning on it. Remember when we first met?" She nodded on his shoulder, and he moved his hands to her back, protecting her from anything the world could through at them. He would never let her out of his guard, he would never let her get hurt, he would fight until the end of time to keep her from getting a scratch. Then again, if something like that arose, she would do the same for him, no matter how hard he tried to stop her. That would be their shield.

"That was when I fell in love with you." The admission was paired with a soft kiss, his eyes damp, open and honest.

"Really?" While Lucy had always known that he had fallen for her hard and fast, it was reassuring, in a way, to know that he had loved her from the start. "I'm not sure when I fell for you, but the moment you jumped…" She grasped him tighter, her eyes clenching together as if she was protecting him from that very moment. "…I knew I loved you."

"I'd like everyone to join the newlyweds in their first dance, come out onto the sand."

Everyone moved from the sidelines to the expanse of sand, but Lucy and Emmet remained intertwined where they were.

The reception went late into the night with every classification of dance imaginable, not that the newlyweds minded.

A little while later, desert had everyone's mouths watering. "Alright, let's cut the cake!" Emmet announced as he saw their six-tier, chocolate-fudge-ice-cream cake rolling out onto the sand.

Unikitty's eyes were all that were needed to tell how magnificent the cake was. As soon as the rich, two-feet wide cake was in her view, her eyes widened as large as the bottom tier. The cake, graced with strawberries, sprinkles, candy sparkles and glitter, was mesmerizing her. "I...want...it..."

Emmet giggled. "Don't worry, Unikitty. There's a spot in the back with extra glitter for you."

"Glitter..."

Lucy nudged her husband. "Ready to cut the cake?"

"Yup!"

They both took hold of the cake cutter, and sliced through two slices in the bottom tier together. Lucy carefully picked up a piece and said quickly, "Hey, Emmet, remember how I told you about that tradition where the newlyweds smash cake in each other's faces?"

Emmet nodded, still working to balance his own slice on his plate. "Yeah, what about–"

She would've smashed the cake into his face, but he had the same idea, and their slices collided together, spraying them both with frosting, fudge, and ice cream.

The pair started laughing, and eventually, everyone couldn't help but join in. "You win this round," Lucy laughed, wiping the cake off her face. "But just wait until we get home, I have a whole tub of icing for revenge."

Emmet leaned over and grabbed her in a hug. "Say cheese!"

Unikitty snapped a photo, one that would end up hanging on their wall for years to come; Emmet had his arms tightly around Lucy, beaming at the camera, while she smirked at him from the side.

The rest of the reception went by in a blur, some were eating, some were dancing, everyone was talking, but the newlyweds were saying goodbyes. "We're off to Barbados!" Emmet exclaimed, grabbing his red suitcase and tossing it in the sleek, chic, tar-black limo for the airport. "Is Lucy almost changed yet?"

Sweet shook her head. "Nope, she and Unikitty are still next door. A wedding dress is a lot more complicated to get out of than a tuxedo, y'know."

Emmet giggled, but not at Sweet's comment. "Hey uh, I think someone's here to see you," he said, looking just over Sweet's shoulder.

Benny, from behind Sweet, shook his head wildly, but ceased as soon as she turned around and replaced the action with mad blushing. "Oh…uh, hi! Sweet, I was…uh…would…I was wondering if you'd...wanna dance?"

The sentence was so stuttered out it was nearly like listening to someone speak in a foreign language.

Sweet giggled, her blush comforting and driving Benny's nerves into the ground at the same time. "Sure, let's go!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the sand, blissfully ignorant of how in shock he was.

Emmet giggled, waving to the pair. "Bye! I'll be at your wedding!" He couldn't wait to tell Lucy about this.

"Ready to go?" Lucy walked over, wearing a light, flowing, pink sundress that nearly yanked Emmet's heart out of his chest. "Don't worry," she answered to his love-struck look. "I'm wearing a longer skirt and t-shirt over this on the plane. Someone thought it would be a good idea to give my wardrobe an update."

Unikitty smiled, proud of the insinuation. "Thanks!"

"Well, we're all ready to go." Emmet turned to Unikitty, giving her a huge hug. "Thanks, Unikitty. You're the best!"

Lucy joined in the hug as Unikitty blushed at her two best friends. "Aw, thanks, guys! Now go on, you have souvenirs to buy me!"

Rolling her eyes, Lucy hopped into the limo. "We know, we have your list."

"Yup! Have fun, we love you guys!" Unikitty waved as Emmet climbed into the limo, the guests shouting well-wishes and blowing bubbles towards them from the beach. The limo took off, headed for the airport, where they would catch a plane for Barbados.

#

"I can't wait to get there, I've never seen a shark!" Emmet exclaimed, looking out the airplane window onto the huge expanse of realms and worlds below them, the plane crashing through the air as they rocketed up into the air. "Lucy, should we try shark-diving?"

Lucy, from the seat next to him, was more than curious at Emmet's adventurous plans. "You want to go swimming with sharks?"

Emmet shrugged. "Yeah, it's not like we're in there with them." He continued looking at the brochure, scanning for fun activities they could do.

"Emmet..." Rubbing his shoulder gently, she asked, "...what do you think swimming with sharks is?"

"It's where you get in a tank and swim next to a tank with sharks, right?" His naïve adorability never got old in Lucy's eyes.

Sweetly, and through a smile, she amended his explanation; "Actually, you dive with the sharks. In the same tank. With them."

"WHAT?!"

#

"Well, we're here!" Lucy threw her bag onto the plush carpet, admiring their room. She would be the first to admit that the room was marvelous; they had an infinity pool looking out onto the beach, a king-size bed with turquoise, beach-themed embellishments, a flat screen TV and sapphire couch. The entire room was madly state-of-the-art and chic, and the kitchenette was something out of a modern home magazine.

Emmet grinned, his hands snaking around his wife's waist. "What should we do?"

She could hardly hold back her smile as he kissed her, both slowly making their way to the bedroom. "I don't know," she murmured into his lips.

He shut the bedroom door behind them, his hands raising up her back as the kiss grew more passionate. She rested her elbows on his shoulders as her hands buried into his hair. Love. True, passionate, adoring love.

"I love you."

"I love you more."